Zhang Shan, the acting head of the regiment, was inspecting the training of the troops in the back mountain, and rows of neat steps walked past him, back and forth, endlessly, and Zhang Shan's face was full of gloom.

He called Shi Chahai, the commander of the guard platoon who was in charge of supervising the training, and asked, "What's the matter with you kid?" Got your brain in water? What's so good about this bullshit queue? Didn't I specify a few training subjects? Practice more night battles, assassinations and the like, you just practice this queue to spend and care about it? Can you kill devils? ”

Shi Chahai complained with an aggrieved face: "You can't blame me, Deputy Regiment Commander Zhang, do you think I am willing to take the soldiers to practice drills and practice queues?" This is the training subject set by Political Commissar Xiao himself, and he has been nagging me in my ear several times, so he has to ask me to stop the assassination training for a while and lead the team to change the drill. You don't usually like to take care of things, so I can only listen to the political commissar. ”

Zhang Shan snorted angrily and said: "Damn, if you don't say that intellectuals are rotten, it's not false at all." Waste your energy on this, and take that step like a fucking little daughter-in-law, treating Lao Tzu's soldiers as Jia Baoyu? No, if we continue to practice like this, we must mess up the signboard of our group...... No, it can't go on like this, what Lao Tzu wants is soldiers who can go to the battlefield, not a propaganda team to sing a big show. Listen, from today onwards, stop me from doing everything in this queue, and the whole platoon of soldiers will practice assassination, and your kid, as a platoon commander, must restore the team to the state it was in when I fought as quickly as possible, do you hear? ”

"Yes, don't worry, Deputy Head Zhang...... Eh, Deputy Head Zhang, I have one more thing I want to tell you. I heard that our Eighth Route Army has recently found out a lot of Japanese spies, and even our grassroots companies have been affected by this incident, and the password alone has to be changed three or four times a day, which can make me and my brothers worry to death. We don't have any culture, our brains are like paste, and this code password has to be changed three or four times a day, which makes me confused every time, and I haven't met the reconnaissance platoon several times...... There is also our political commissar, who has often gone down to the grassroots level to talk to people recently, and the parents are all short, and the ancestral genealogy is about to be rotten for us. Li Fugui, the leader of our platoon, is an example, I heard the political commissar say that his uncle's niece is the aunt and wife of a Kuomintang officer, which is terrible. I said in my heart, okay, after making trouble for a long time, this is also considered an enemy agent? If that's the case, I worked in the 29th Army before, and the political commissar just arrested me with me......"

Zhang Shan sneered: "You kid is really a cheap bone, I've been a soldier for so many years, and it's the first time I've seen someone who wants to be locked up in a hurry, what's wrong with your fucking illness?" ”

Shi Chahai scratched his scalp embarrassedly and asked: "No, Deputy Regiment Commander Zhang, you misunderstood, I just wondered, the relationship between the squad leader under me and the eight poles can be locked up as a spy, why didn't he arrest me, a serious Kuomintang soldier of eight hundred?" ”

Zhang Shan looked at him with a wicked smile and said, "Nonsense, is this unclear?" First, your position as the commander of the guard platoon was arranged by the regiment commander, and you two are fellow countrymen, where is the relationship, if you want to move, you can't weigh it more? Second, the guard platoon is mainly responsible for the security and defense work of the regiment headquarters, and if you are arrested, in the event of an emergency, who will be sent out to command the battle? Got it this time, right? ”

"Oh, if you say that, I kind of understand...... Alas, Deputy Regiment Commander Zhang, do you know Wu Dongwang of the directly subordinate detachment? I heard that this kid is an authentic red imp who participated in the Long March when he was just over ten years old. I had nothing to do with him last night, and this kid shook off the previous thing. I heard that before the Anti-Japanese War, there was also a big purge in our team, which seems to be even more serious than this time, and we killed a lot of our own people by mistake, is there such a thing? Shi Chahai asked.

Zhang Shan said that he did not know much about this, because he did not serve in the Red Army at that time, but as an undercover member of the Central Special Branch, he infiltrated the Kuomintang Army to report on his work. Even those dark years have only been heard from the mouths of those who have experienced them firsthand. He explained to Shi Chahai that there was indeed such a thing.

In order to oppose the notorious anti-rebellion campaign set off by the so-called "AB Regiment", "Reorganization Faction", "Third Party", etc., how many good comrades and high-ranking cadres in the Red Army were indiscriminately killed? After several purgies, it can be said that they went all the way and killed all the way, and the targets killed were all Red Army commanders and fighters. In the western Hunan and Hubei regions alone, the cadres above the platoon level of the Red Fourth Army were completely killed, and the original 50,000 troops were killed until only more than 4,000 remained. Only five of the party members and cadres in the whole army survived, and everyone in the ranks was in danger, and the soldiers who used to shout that they wanted to be promoted to squad leaders and platoon commanders have also become dumb. The dead-eyed fighters believed that the Central Committee had an enmity with the cadres, and the higher they sat in the seats, the more miserable their deaths were. At this time, if anyone is still rushing to hit the muzzle of the gun and shouting for promotion, then he is sick in the brain and looking for death!

Not only the western Soviet districts of Hunan, Hubei and Hunan, but also the "Social Democratic Party" in the western Fujian Soviet districts were not relentless, and in the end only one department of the entire 30 district committees was able to work normally. The secretary of the district party committee came to change one by one, and killed one by one. The situation in the Hubei-Henan-Anhui base areas was even more serious, and the intensity of the examination was simply bottomless, and half of the original 12,000 men and horses of the Red 25 th Army were killed in less than two months. Those commissioners assigned from the Security Bureau to various counties have become judges in ancient times, wielding the power of life and death, usually with a few innocuous jokes to make the opponent's head fall to the ground, like a pack of red-eyed hungry wolves.

It is no shy to say that the number of high-ranking CPC cadres who died at the hands of the Kuomintang was far less than at the hands of their own people. Taken together, the cumulative number of killings in several anti-rebellion campaigns is as high as 100,000! It is said that for quite a long time during the period of the suppression of the rebellion, the Red Army was faced with the dilemma of having a large number of guns and a small number of guns.

In the afternoon, the guard platoon and the subordinate detachment finished today's training, and everyone except the sentry and patrol troops went back to their rooms to rest. There was only a distance of less than a mile from the open space in the back mountain to the regiment headquarters, and the soldiers looked very relaxed after a day's training, and everyone pushed and shoved, hooked shoulders and walked back on the way, and in the middle, three or two peasants in sackcloth often passed through the crowd......

Zhong Beishan, who was out of the control of the Japanese army, was sweating, stretching his arms from side to side, twisting his neck, and his neck bones creaked outward. Honestly, he is very satisfied with his current state of life and lives every day to the fullest. Although the training here is not as professional as that of the national army, the feelings between the soldiers are very sincere. In just the past few days, he has met a lot of friends, making fun of each other, scolding each other, and even directly clenching each other's chests. After greeting each other, he has no grudges, and there is no mustard among his comrades, this kind of life is not only an ordinary soldier, but even Zhong Beishan, an authentic spy, is very longing.

In general, he always had reservations about the arrangements of the Japanese. Seriously, he would rather not be reused by the Japanese, but go to the puppet army to be an ordinary soldier, usually live a 9-to-5 life, look at the city gate when he has nothing to do, or just patrol the streets, and if he can't do anything, he will go to the countryside with the little Japanese to sweep the countryside, desert in the middle, and find a secluded place to squint. Just live a few more years according to this muddy lifestyle, and you can earn as long as you live, and the big deal is death!

But the Japanese didn't give him a chance to mess around, perhaps because they took a fancy to his previous resume, so they made an exception and left him a place in the secret service. Zhong Beishan is still whitewashing himself in his heart: he is not spineless, nor does he want to be a dog for the little devil, but the Japanese on that dog day are really hateful, what is it bad to blackmail himself, even if it breaks his life? But the other party wants to talk about his father's life, what can he do? Mom and Dad pulled themselves so big, could it be that they wanted to watch their parents being killed by the little devils?

Sometimes Zhong Beishan even wished that his father and mother would both die of illness overnight, it is better to die of illness than to be killed by a devil's bayonet, he died decently and did not feel it, and he was just free from worries. There is no need to go back to Taiyuan to see the face of the old bastard in Zhishan, nor do you have to be threatened by the little Japanese, even if you hide in the mountains and become a farmer incognito.

For this reason, Zhong Beishan often stayed alone in the house, sitting cross-legged on the kang, looking into the distance with dull eyes. He complained silently in his heart, he complained about why God was so unfair to him? Why put this harsh reality on yourself? What did you do wrong, why do you do this to yourself?

Today is different, after training for most of the day, I am sweating and I am full of tiredness. People are like that. As long as you're tired, there's no. Zhong Beishan had already made a plan for the meal, first went to the small river at the entrance of the village to blow the wind, and then walked straight back to his room along a sheep intestine path, and then went to sleep. As for the reconnaissance mission assigned to him by that old bastard Ueyama Yingwu, in a word, fuck it, the energy consumption is one day at a time, and anyway, he didn't send anyone to inform Lao Tzu what information he needed, so why did Lao Tzu rush to cater to him?

Heaven did not fulfill people's wishes, and the appearance of a peasant wearing sackcloth and trouser legs full of patches directly broke Zhong Beishan's illusion. The ragged, hobbled old peasant, wearing a straw hat and walking on crutches, looked inconspicuous in the middle of the crowd. Suddenly, the old peasant's eyes suddenly fixed on Zhong Beishan, who was walking from the opposite side, and he stepped forward on crutches to block Zhong Beishan's way. Zhong Beishan didn't take it seriously, and was just about to take a detour when he was stopped by the other party.

Zhong Beishan was stunned for a moment, and he looked back at the old farmer in front of him. He looked to be sixty or seventy years old, his waist was arched like a dried shrimp, and the mille-feuille shoes on his feet were rotten with several holes. is such an old man who is not amazing, at the age when the loess buries his neck, where did he come from so much strength? A pair of big hands grabbed the joints of his arms and felt a little painful.

The old farmer turned around and said with a smile: "Comrade, my stomach is a little uncomfortable, I am in a hurry to make it convenient, do you have straw paper on you?" ”

"Yo, I'm sorry, I really didn't bring it, you can find someone else......" Zhong Beishan smiled apologetically and turned to leave, but found that the other party had no intention of letting go. He was a little unhappy, turned around and said a little unhappily, "Alas, what's the matter with you fellow?" I said that there is no straw paper on me, let you ask someone else to ask for it, why are you old and have bad ears? You let go, I'm in trouble, I'm ......"

The two were tugging in place, and Shi Chahai, the guard platoon commander who was walking at the end of the team, immediately surrounded him when he saw it, and asked strangely: "Zhong Beishan, what's going on?" ”

Without allowing Zhong Beishan to explain, the old farmer took the lead and said: "Comrade, I just came back from a relative, and I have a bad stomach after eating mixed noodles for lunch, so I want to be convenient." No, I asked this comrade to borrow straw paper, and I said a lot of good things, but this comrade just didn't give it. Comrade, you have to give me a critique......"

"Is that so?" Shi Chahai looked at Zhong Beishan with a gloomy face and asked.

Zhong Beishan was so anxious that his face turned red: "Platoon commander, I didn't say not to give it to him." We don't have any! It's just a little bit from the training ground to the regiment headquarters, I just want to be convenient and not in a hurry for a while! That straw paper isn't a good thing, why do I keep the cubs? If I really brought it, I would definitely give it to him, didn't we bring it......"

"If you don't bring it, you say you didn't bring it, isn't it over in a word? People can't talk well at such an old age? Do you have to make a white face in a hurry? While criticizing him like a political commissar, Shi Chahai took out a few pieces of straw paper from his pocket, folded them, handed them to the old farmer, and said, "Uncle, you misunderstood, our little comrade just came, and he doesn't know how to get along with the villagers in our base area, so please understand!" In this way, you take this straw paper and find a place to go quickly, this kind of thing can't be held back, and then it will be suffocated......"

"Alas, it's still you, a comrade, who listens to what he says, and says everything in my heart. Comrade, I'm so old, I have to have someone waiting next to me when it's convenient, otherwise I won't be able to stand up after squatting for a long time. My baby is not around, I am really anxious, do you think you can let this little comrade do it for you? Do me a favor and don't delay your work......" the old farmer grinned.

Zhong Beishan was stunned, and said in his heart that this old gang dish is really fucking inching, dare to call Lao Tzu as your son? When he was about to have a seizure, he was blocked back by Shi Chahai's words: "You're polite, uncle, our family doesn't talk to each other." You're old and need a hand, and it's our duty to do so...... Xiao Zhong, go ahead, just take the handle, it's not easy for people to get older. Helping the toiling masses is an old tradition of our Eighth Route Army, go ahead, and go back to rest as soon as you are done. ”

Zhong Beishan was helpless, but he couldn't disobey the order, so he reluctantly followed the old farmer and ran to the back mountain again.

Walking into a wasteland overgrown with weeds, the old peasant suddenly stopped, stood in place and wandered around for a while, then dropped the burden in his hand, took off the camouflage on his body, and suddenly took out a * from his waist, and rubbed the safety with a wipe of his thigh, so that the gun was in a firing state at any time. I saw him raise the muzzle of his gun and aim at Zhong Beishan, who was following behind him, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth, sneering and greeting: "Brother Zhong, don't come to harm?" ”

Zhong Beishan was stunned for a few seconds before quickly regaining his composure, showing his professional qualities as a professional spy. He replied with a sneer: "I said that the old man of this family is so short-sighted and dares to block my way?" It's been a long time since you got the old acquaintance of the special training class? Don't say it, surnamed Yin, you look like that in this dress, even me and our platoon commander have been fooled. Why, it was Ueyama Daisa who sent you to kill me? ”

After removing the disguise, Yin Hui put away his weapon, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out two of them and said, "Brother Zhong, don't get me wrong, you are a red man in front of the head of the Zhishan Organ, how dare I kill you?" Come, Brother Zhong, smoke a cigarette ......"

Zhong Beishan directly refused: "Forget it, I don't have any merit." Say whatever you want, I need to hurry back, and if I am discovered by the sentry or militia in the vicinity, you and I will die. ”

Yin Hui smiled and put the cigarette in his mouth, then took out a copper pocket lighter and lit it. After taking a few puffs of the cigarette, Yin Hui took off the cigarette holder, raised his head to the sky and slowly spit out the smoke ring, looking particularly enjoyable. After the smoke was exhaled, Yin Hui persuaded him bitterly: "Brother Zhong, there has been no news of you in the past few days, could it be that after you entered the battle sequence of the Eighth Road, you have become accustomed to life here, and you can't miss it?" This is not good, we all came out of the same training class anyway, and it can be regarded as a good friend. For this friendship, brother, I also have to remind my brother, don't have illusions about the current situation. You and I are in the same situation, is there a second way to go other than to serve the Japanese? Brother, I really can't figure it out, you said that you are not the only Chinese in the entire special training class, don't Bai Shuo and I also work in the Japanese department? To tell you the truth, I envy you, brother, just after coming out of the special training class, he was assigned to work in the local area, and he didn't have to be supervised by the Japanese every day, how good Emperor Tiangao was. However, there is one point, Brother Zhong, you came out and came out, but you did not leave the command authority of the special agency stationed in Taiyuan. In our line of work, it is against professional ethics to only take money and not do things. Your brother is an understanding person, so I don't need to remind Brother Zhong too much of this truth, right? ”

Zhong Beishan looked at the guy in front of him with a smile, and responded coldly: "The surname Yin, you don't sell me dog skin plasters here, you are also a five-foot-tall man, what do you want to say, why bother to fight me here?" Tell me, do the Japanese want to take my parents' lives again? Now that I've said it today, I also know that the mission assigned to me by Ueyama Daisa is still valid, and I know in my heart what kind of information will be sent when, and I need further instructions from him, and as for how to do it, that's my business, and I don't need you to worry about it. On the other hand, if I hadn't been entangled by my mom and dad, would you believe it or not? I'd rather die than be a dog for the Japanese. Little Japan is ruthless enough, as soon as he made a move, he hit Lao Tzu's weakness, if he hadn't thought about sending the second old man to the end, I wouldn't have fucking done it under that old bastard in Ueyama! ”

Yin Hui sighed softly and said, "Brother Zhong is angry, I understand what you mean, I think your brother was also a character who went through the ghost gate a few times back then, and he has long been used to seeing life and death." Also, from a dignified officer of the National Revolutionary Army to today's point, it is inevitable that there will be some gaps in my heart, and I can understand it. But there are some things that I don't dare to agree with, brother. Brother Zhong, I'm not touting you, in our special training class, you are definitely a top-notch character. Whether it is work efficiency or emergency response, there is no such thing, in terms of business ability alone, if you say that you are the second, no one dares to admit that you are the first. But you are inferior to us in one thing, that is, you always like to mix personal emotions into your work, talk about the so-called national feelings and ideologies at every turn, and sing high-profile songs endlessly, which is your fatal shortcoming. What is an agent? To put it bluntly, agents are a group of cold-blooded killers without any ideals and beliefs, and to put it bluntly, we only serve the interests, and we don't mention any morality, family and country beliefs. If you want to talk about traitors, you have to start with Mr. Wang in Nanjing, you and my brother are just a speck of dust in this troubled world. Whether it is eternal, or whether it is stinking for thousands of years, it has nothing to do with you and me. We are all small people, and we will not be remembered by history before or after our deaths. Take 10,000 steps back and say, your brother Zhong has been able to survive until today for the sake of the second elder, is it different for me Yin Hui? You also know my situation, my family of five is waiting for dinner, and when the Japanese "Food Control Order" comes, ordinary people can only eat mixed noodles. I don't care, like you said, the five-foot-tall man is quite tall and will pass. But will my parents and my children survive? I'll have to think about them. Since I can have food and live behind the ass of the Japanese, then why do I have to fight with that shit every day? I'm sick, I'm cheap, what should I do? The Japanese gave me rice and white flour, so that my family would no longer be hungry, then he was the master! There is no other reason, just rush to this, let me kneel down and kowtow to the Japanese! I can see this better than you, what the Chinese? Has China done it for you now? Brother Zhong, this is a brother's heartfelt words......"

Zhong Beishan still refuted Yin Hui's statement: "That's your own idea, not to mention being a grandson to the Japanese, and putting gold on your face." You still think you've conquered all beings, do you? According to your meaning, the common people of China have not been able to eat and are starving to death, why haven't you seen them like you, going to work as dogs for the Japanese for a few mouthfuls of food? Don't think I don't know, surnamed Yin, it was the fucking head of your boy who made the Japanese talk about my father and mother, you said you were fucking shameless, why are you harming me? Lao Tzu has no grievances with you, why do you want to pull me into the water? It's okay not to mention it, but when I think about it, I feel uncomfortable, and I want to beat you. You're here today, let's take this opportunity to settle accounts! ”

Zhong Beishan rushed to Yin Hui as he spoke, grabbed him by the collar, and hit the opponent's abdomen with his right knee in a fierce chisel, followed by a few hooks to knock the opponent to the ground. This was not enough, Zhong Beishan kicked Yin Hui's right cheek several times, and the shot was absolutely sharp, and his resentment was overflowing.

Yin Hui, who collapsed on the ground, wiped the blood on his face, sneered and mocked: "It is worthy of being a top man who came out of a special training class, and he is indeed extraordinary. Brother Zhong, it's not a brother, I said you, you really shouldn't do it with me, aside from the relationship at work, we can be considered friends, right? Are you so cruel to your friends? In all fairness, my brother didn't do it enough, but I have a clear conscience. There's no way, the Japanese forced me to do this, can I not listen to them? If I don't listen, the Japanese will have to make a fuss at my family. You have both parents, and I have a family of five! You don't necessarily have to exchange the lives of my family of five for the lives of your two elders, right? That's not fair, right? Now that I've made it clear today, I'll tell you honestly, Captain Ueyama is very dissatisfied with your recent performance. The well-known No. 1 killer in Shanxi, as soon as he entered the enemy's nest, he became heroic and short of breath? It's not like you. You should know the temper of the head of the Ueyama Agency, he is not that patient. Say something you don't like to hear, Brother Zhong, it's a bit dangerous for you to go on like this, you just don't think about yourself and you have to think about the second elder, right? The second elder is so old, you can't let them suffer because of what happened between us, right? It's really not a brother, I'll scare you, if the head of the Ueyama Agency is not happy, he can do it when he says it......"

Zhong Beishan was furious, he grabbed the other party's collar again, gritted his teeth and said: "The surname Yin, I warn you, you don't blow the wind in your ears in front of the Japanese, otherwise Lao Tzu will skin you alive!" Why you should know, don't forget, the account between you and me is not finished yet! ”

Yin Hui also grabbed Zhong Beishan's collar and threatened in a strong tone: "Zhong Beishan, you're not done, right?" Lao Tzu let you punch and kick you to give you face, you really think of yourself as a character, right? Yes, I don't have to be your opponent when it comes to single-handedness, but I won't necessarily be killed by you, right? You Zhong Beishan is a hard stubble, and I, Yin Hui, don't eat dry rice. Since we have arrived on this thief ship to do things for the Japanese, that is, the crow fell on the pig, you and I are the same, no one should be afraid of anyone? If you don't think it's nice to be a traitor, then you're good to go, and no one forces you to stay here. As for the old man and the old lady, don't worry about you, someone will send them on their way. Brother, this is by no means alarmist, the Japanese are so ruthless that even a three-year-old knows it. If your brother is obsessed with it again, I won't force you, you just need to give me a leak, so that I can go back to Taiyuan and pay the Japanese, and I will be satisfied! ”

Zhong Beishan broke free from Yin Hui's shackles at once, and his tone was obviously much softened: "Say, what do you want me to do?" ”

After Yin Hui straightened his collar, he said with a smile: "That's right, this is the demeanor that the number one killer in Shanxi should have." The head of the Plantation Mechanism only has two requirements for you, and completing one of them is considered a standard. First, look for an opportunity to kill Yang Longfei, the head of the Independent Regiment. Brother Zhong, this is your specialty, how about it, do you want to try it? ”

Zhong Beishan sneered: "The surname is Yin, I think you are crazy, right?" Assassinated the head of the Independent Regiment in broad daylight, what should you tell the story? Do you think this is under the noses of the Japanese in Taiyuan? The guard platoon, reconnaissance platoon, and directly subordinate detachment of the regimental headquarters left behind are counted together, and any soldier who is picked out at random is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Especially the guards around him, I have inquired, Yang Longfei's guards have a very strong foundation in martial arts, and they have practiced Xingyi boxing for several years before joining the army, and fighting wrestling can be regarded as one of the best in the entire independent regiment. Besides, Yang Longfei himself is not a vegetarian, a veteran with more than ten years of combat experience, no matter how poor he is, he can be regarded as a good catcher. I heard that he also has a bad habit, he always likes to put the gun under the pillow before going to bed at night, and he can hear the movement from a few feet away, how do you let me do it? Take 10,000 steps back and say, I'll kill him, but what about my back? The left-behind troops and militia in the Miaozhuang area combined numbered in the hundreds, and it was easy for them to kill me. If I die, what will happen to my parents? Could it be that Little Japan will give my father and mother a pension for me? Are they that kind? ”

After Yin Hui pointed his finger at Zhong Beishan, he shook his head helplessly and smiled: "I knew you would say that, so I suggested that the head of the mountain planting agency let him formulate another plan." To tell you the truth, the Japanese army headquarters stationed in Taiyuan plans to carry out a large-scale clean-up operation against the independent regiment on a certain day, and you will be responsible for the supply of intelligence. Balu is a well-known expert in anti-encirclement and suppression, and it is common for his whereabouts to be uncertain, so he has to bother Brother Zhong to act as the eyes of the imperial army and indirectly help the imperial army completely eat the independent regiment. As compensation, not only could the two elders be released from the gendarmerie, but the head of the Zhishan organ promised that after the matter was completed, Brother Zhong would also take up the post of captain of the Pingyang County Special Service and commander of the local security regiment. At that time, Brother Zhong will really be willing to come to the end, the time will come, and the ancestors will be glorified! It's not good, the brothers will have to take care of Brother Zhong in the future. ”

Zhong Beishan sneered: "Brother Yin has won the award, with Brother Yin's talent and loyalty to the Japanese, maybe the captain of the Japanese gendarmerie in Taiyuan will be you after a while, maybe I, Zhong Beishan, will have to obey Brother Yin's dispatch at that time." What do you say, Brother Yin? ”

Yin Hui waved his hand casually and said, "Brother Zhong, don't joke with me, let's get down to business." From today onwards, I will be the one responsible for connecting with you in the future. On the fifteenth of every month, you go to Ge Village, five miles away, and find the chief of security there to send me a letter, whose surname is Jiang, and he is one of our people. In case someone asks, say it's a distant relative of yours. His identity has been modified by the professional department and definitely stands up to scrutiny. If there are special circumstances, you can always go to him and he will contact me through a one-line line. Remember, as a last resort, it's best to follow the agreed time to avoid suspicion. ”

"Brother Yin's work can really be called a day and night, and he is in the depths! What happened just now was that my brother was reckless and offended Brother Yin, I hope that Brother Yin will not remember the villain, and don't hate me Zhong Beishan is. Zhong Beishan hugged his fists and saluted.

Yin Hui also hugged his fists and saluted back: "Brother Zhong is serious, you and I are brothers, just think of each other just now, I, Yin Hui, am not a stingy person." This matter is in front of you and me, and this is the end of the page, and I will still be a brother in the future, right? Brother Zhong, junior brother, I still have official business, and I am out of company! There will be a ...... later."